Halloween Party

It was an epic Halloween party – and I had no costume. It was threatening to rain. Nothing more than a mist fell. It was cold, but we built a bon fire on the beach and huddled around it until well past the witching hour.

I’m on a road trip up the California coast – but have spent most of the last week in Eureka. I’m staying with my new surfing buddies and they insisted that I hang around for their Halloween bash. There was lots of booze, and, I’m sure, more.

A stunning beauty in a French maid costume (oh la la!) caught my eye early in the evening. I’ve really got a thing for the French maid, but then what red blooded American boy doesn’t. Despite using every charm that I have, she wanted nothing more than a good night kiss. I think the fact that I’m leaving in a day or two killed the deal. She did spend most of the evening flirting with me – which was very nice. I did give her my jacket, as her costume was way too skimpy for the cold evening.

But in the end, she ruffled my hair, told me I was sweet, gave me a quick kiss goodnight, and walked away.
Oh, well.

Also, no sign of the party girl from the Red Lion lounge. Guess it’s not that small a town.